I open the jar decorated with images of the ocean, as instructed by the strange voice I hear in my head. The jar contains water, a few plants growing from the sandy bottom, and a lobster. The lobster swims to the top and waves a claw at me.
“Am I dead?”
“Am I hallucinating?”
“Am I imagining that I can hear you? Am I imagining you? Is this a dream?”
No, no, and no.
“Are you my Guardian Spirit?”
That’s closer to the truth. I was brought into this world by one who you might consider to be a Guardian Spirit. He bestowed upon me certain gifts. Open the other jar. It contains pure, fresh water. You need to drink.
I nod and do as I’m told. I dunk my head into the jar and have a long gulp. I realize that I should have gone with a small sip.
You will be okay.
“So you aren’t my Guardian Spirit? Did I fail the Vision Quest?”
You have not failed. Your Guardian Spirit is within you. It is a very rare trait. You descend from the original Guardian Spirits.
“How do you know this?”
You could not have entered this place if it were not so.
“How do I leave this place?”
By knowing that you can. There is a final piece of information that you have come here to learn though. Shall I reveal it?